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Часть текста: lady herself may be imagined screeching, but not loud enough to drown the rhythmical yaps of the Junk setter walking from group to groupfrom a bunch of neighbors already collected on the sidewalk, near the bit of checked stuff, and back to the car which he had finally run to earth, and then to another group on the lawn, consisting of Leslie, two policemen and a sturdy man with tortoise shell glasses. At this point, I should explain that the prompt appearance of the patrolmen, hardly more than a minute after the accident, was due to their having been ticketing the illegally parked cars in a cross lane two blocks down the grade; that the fellow with the glasses was Frederick Beale, Jr., driver of the Packard; that his 79-year-old father, whom the nurse had just watered on the green bank where he laya banked banker so to speakwas not in a dead faint, but was comfortably and methodically recovering from a mild heart attack or its possibility; and, finally, that the laprobe on the sidewalk (where she had so often pointed out to me with disapproval the crooked green cracks) concealed the mangled remains of Charlotte Humbert who had been knocked down and dragged several feet by the Beale car as she was hurrying across the street to drop three letters in the mailbox, at the corner of Miss Opposite’s lawn. These were picked up and handed to me by a pretty child in a dirty pink frock, and I got rid of them by clawing them to fragments in my ...
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Часть текста: in matters of legshow. This, then, was the hermetic vision of her which I had locked inafter satisfying myself that the door carried no inside bolt. The key, with its numbered dangler of carved wood, became forthwith the weighty sesame to a rapturous and formidable future. It was mine, it was part of my hot hairy fist. In a few minutessay, twenty, say half-an-hour, sicher its sicher as my uncle Gustave used to sayI would let myself into that “342” and find my nymphet, my beauty and bride, imprisoned in her crystal sleep. Jurors! If my happiness could have talked, it would have filled that genteel hotel with a deafening roar. And my only regret today is that I did not quietly deposit key “342” at the office, and leave the town, the country, the continent, the hemisphere,indeed, the globethat very same night. Let me explain. I was not unduly disturbed by her self-accusatory innuendoes. I was still firmly resolved to pursue my policy of sparing her purity by operating only in the stealth of night, only upon a completely anesthetized little nude. Restraint and reverence were still my motto-even if that “purity” (incidentally, thoroughly debunked by modern science) had been slightly damaged through some juvenile erotic experience, no doubt homosexual, at that accursed camp of hers. Of course, in my old-fashioned, old-world way, I, Jean-Jacques Humbert, had taken for granted, when I first met her, that she was as unravished as the stereotypical notion of “normal child” had been since the lamented end of the Ancient World B. C. and its fascinating practices. We are not surrounded in our enlighted era by little slave flowers that can be casually plucked between business and bath as they used to be in the days of the Romans; and we do not, as dignified Orientals did in still more luxurious times, use tiny entertainers fore and aft between the mutton and the rose sherbet. The whole point is that the old...
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Часть текста: Глава 32 32 Итак, рабочий сценарий был готов. Марина в одеянии, вызывающем в памяти гравюры Дорэ, и в шляпе кули читала, развалясь в шезлонге посреди патио. Ее режиссер Г. А. Вронский, мужчина в летах, лысый, с легкой чернобурой порослью на жирной груди, попеременно похлебывал водку и тоник и подавал Марине из папочки машинописные листы. По другую сторону от нее на надувном матрасе сидел, скрестив ноги, Педро (фамилия неизвестна, сценическое имя забыто), смазливый до омерзения, практически голый юный актер с ушами сатира, с косо посаженными глазами и чуткими, рысьими ноздрями, которого Марина вывезла из Мексики и держала в Ладорской гостинице. Лежавшая на краю бассейна Ада изо всех сил старалась удержать пугливого таксика в приличной позе на задних лапах перед фотоаппаратом, в то время как Филип Рак, мало что собой представлявший, но в целом симпатичный молодой музыкант, который в нескладных плавках смотрелся еще более удручающе нелепо, чем в зеленом костюме, который считал приличным надевать, давая Люсетт уроки фортепиано, тщился запечатлеть на пленке рвущуюся из рук, плотоядно облизывавшуюся собачонку на фоне раздвоенной девичьей груди, такой наглядной в вырезе купальника в позиции полулежа на животе. Наведя объектив на другую группу людей, стоявших в нескольких шагах поодаль под пурпурными гирляндами, свисавшими с арочного перекрытия, можно было бы сделать снимок беременной супруги молодого маэстро в платьице в горошек, наполнявшей бокалы присоленным миндалем, а также прославленной дамы-литераторши, ослепительной в своих розовато-лиловых оборках, розовато-лиловой шляпе, розовато-лиловых туфлях, накидывающей жакет из зебры на Люсетт, которая отталкивала его с грубыми выражениями, почерпнутыми у...
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